I'm an author (wishing to remain anonymous) and had the whimsical desire to start a story with anyone here willing to join in. Read what the previous
poster said then add onto the story. I won't add anything after this post, so it's up to you!
Greece during the Peloponnesian War (431-404 BC).
The "Phantom Nexus"--a gateway (scattered around the Aegean) which if amalgamated leads to another dimension that offers the
ability to alter our universe's reality (the history of the device is up to you to decide!).
Xenos. He is an inhuman General in Achillia--a fictional group of warrior philosophers but has gone rogue with a scheme to
obtain the Phantom Nexus. He wants to use it to end all life in the universe to end all suffering.
The little boy at the end (who I left nameless for you to name). He is also involved somehow (you decide) with the plot
device (hence the oracle reference in the story below).
Inspirational music: www.youtube.com...
I provided a lot to work with below. There's back-story references you may build from and there's nonfictional characters alive at this time period
(Socrates, Plato, Sophocles, Nicias, Gylippus, Alcibiades, etc.). There are also plenty of battles/historical events you can put in (e.g. Sicilian
Expedition, Battle of Mantinea, etc.).
OR you may add something sci-fi--that's why the main antagonist has violet eyes. Perhaps he's an experiment by ancient alien gods (the "Olympians")
that forsook mankind centuries ago? You decide.
Some chronologically accurate names to help you with naming characters: Cadmus, Lykaios, Leander, Xylona, Zandros, Hector, Thadeus, Typhon, Sefu,
Gahiji, Dasius, Kastor, Ptolemy, Fedro, Magnes, Zethus.
PS If anyone thinks I should turn this into a full-length manuscript, let me know.
Chapter One: Midnight Omen
----“True wisdom comes to each of us when we realize how little we understand about life, ourselves, and the world around us.”
---------Socrates of Athens
----“These eyes have witnessed the world, these hands have shaped history and yet…I cannot see nor hold my true desire.” He stood on the
cliff’s grassy ledge, his long raven hair whipping back in the cold night’s wind as he looked down at Greece’s Ionian Sea. The reflection of the
full moon kissed the water’s surface and the golden breastplate covering his dark tunic. Two violet jewels in the shape of dragon eyes glistened
upon his armor over his chest.
----He raised a pendant around his neck from underneath his breastplate, tenderly feeling it in his hand and with his mystifying violet eyes. It
was a small, circular bronze charm with a crude smile and eyes etched into the rusty surface. “Faint memories, a world so long ago, where do you
exist now…what has become of me?” he said quietly, seemingly void of emotion.
----A man clad in dark leather armor over a white tunic approached from behind and stood a few paces back, all of his face but his shining emerald
eyes caste in shadow by the overhanging ash trees. Two Specters appeared to each side of him from the dark forest, their faces covered with fanged,
ghastly white masks bathed in moonlight. Their clothes were seamless and wrapped tightly around their bodies with protrusions extending diagonally
from the shoulders.
----“A nice night, General Xenos,” said the man in white, readjusting the large round hoplon shield over his left arm. The two dark robed
figures stood silently peering through the black pits in their masks.
----Xenos closed his eyes contently. “Indeed, Metrion.”
----"After all the years you still talk as though she’s beside you,” commented Metrion solemnly as several moments of silence followed.
“I’ve come to confirm a suspicion,” he added grimly.
----“I presumed so, with the unannounced visit and Specters by your side,” Xenos tucked the charm back under his breastplate and continued
facing out to the wide sea.
----“Achillians have been assassinated as far as Sicily and Babylon,” said Metrion, worrying about the implications soon to follow. “All of
them thus far were ones present during the Delphian oracle’s prophecy five years ago. A prophecy you and I are last alive that witnessed.”
----Xenos sighed. “How dreadful knowledge of the truth can be when there's no help in the truth.”
----“What compelled you to this?” asked Metrion, confused.
----The two Specters exchanged side glances.
----“There is no need to elucidate. Just know my end lies in forging the Phantom Nexus, which shall be made evident with morbid clarity.”
----“So that’s your goal, to pass beyond the Nexus and obtain unbridled power? I do not know what role the prophecy of my son has to do with
this, but your treachery will not be tolerated,” said Metrion boldly. “You and any in your footsteps, nay, even your shadow, shall be hunted
----Xenos opened his gaze to regard the calm sea. “This world long abandoned, the human race long forsaken by the gods and flung endlessly from
one conflict to another…yet you oppose me? I will end the sufferable cycle.”
----“Any warped ambition of yours shan’t be realized,” said Metrion regrettably while placing his right hand on his sword’s dragon-like
handle. His emerald eyes resonated with a sense of anxiety. He inhaled deeply the salty tang of the sea air before speaking firmly, knowing the
finality of the words that followed. “Xenos the Eternal of Troy, you are being relieved of your position as an Achillian general and are being taken
----The silent Specters each unsheathed two long daggers from their thighs as they stealthily began moving toward either side of Xenos.
----Xenos chuckled lightly and averted his gaze to the massive hanging moon that was being encircled by murky clouds.
----“Your treasonous acts of sedition and assassinations is punishable by death…but you, as now ex-general, have right to seek mercy before
the Achillian Council.” Metrion tightened his grip on the handle. “I dispatched message to the Council already of this encounter, so if you try to
end my life they will know whom to blame. I implore you to come peacefully.”
----“Your message has been intercepted by others of shared purpose. The Council shall remain ignorant of your revelation for many sunsets,”
said Xenos confidently, turning to face his old comrade. With his back to the moon and long hair blowing over his face, his eyes resembled two small,
yet fierce violet flames in the black void that matched those of his armor’s. The Specters halted from the startling siege. A chill ran through
Metrion as he realized he was soon to be confronting a man who had irreverently walked the edge of death countless times. “Lest you wish this
malevolent night to be your last with breath, pledge your allegiance to me, old friend.”
----Metrion regrettably unsheathed his kopis. The scarce moonlight seeping through the thickening clouds danced on the long curved blade and left
a twinkle in the dragon’s red gaze. “I’d surrender my breath using my hands for any ideology that warrants death of good people,” he said
unflinching. “As first Achillian, you’ve strayed far.”
----Xenos calmly inspected the Achillians insigne of Alpha (Α) inside Omega (Ω) engraved upon Metrion’s blade before the moon became
completely engulfed, causing a deep blackness to descend upon the lands and sea. “The beginning and the end,” he said thoughtfully. “No better
place for it than on a blade.”
----Metrion’s eyes glimmered with a haunting anxiety in the dark, realizing there were no negotiations to be done. The two Specters crouched low
to the ground, assuming an attack stance.
----Xenos extended his arms wide out to his sides. “Come, as one insubstantial shadow of dust upon another.”
----“It is tragedy to come to this,” Metrion put one foot forward and tensed his whole body, ready to lunge forward with shield and sword. The
two Specters raised their daggers and spun them rapidly, causing a swishing noise as they slowly advanced on Xenos.
----“Then let us see this tragedy to the end and who Destiny shall chose,” said Xenos, eagerly keeping his excited eyes on Metrion. “But can
you awaken me from this nightmare that has perpetually haunted me for over half a millennia?” He gripped the handles of the two long swords on his
waist, unsheathing the straightforward blades from the scabbard as his eyes fanatically gleamed. “Can you set me free into oblivion!?”
----Ellina awoke from her fleece covered bed gasping. Her chest heaved for air as the cool night breeze met with the sweat on her forehead and
neck, sending a chill through her frail body. She sat up, moving her long dark hair from her face to behind her ears.
----A sudden wave of grief swept over her as she looked out the small circular window from her bed, the vision of her husband’s death echoing in
----“M-Metrion?” she whispered his name through a cracking voice. Her skin was pale from the shock as her heart inexplicably grew hollow,
causing her stomach to churn. Tears swelled behind her brown eyes when the wood door to her room lightly creaked open and a small boy’s face peered
----“Mommy?” the boy asked curiously while entering. “You ok?”
----“Everything’s ok,” she said in a waning voice, trying to keep her composure. “Go back to sleep.”
----“I-I had a bad dream…about daddy,” the boy said with a worried expression, looking up at his mother sitting on the bed.
----Ellina looked down at him through her watery vision. He was a small, timid boy, of barely five years old with her dark hair and her
husband’s emerald eyes. She wondered if he had the same dream.
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